Monday, March 12, 2012

PERSPECTIVE - GET YOU SOME



Ever go through a phase and you're just happy? Or maybe content is a better word? Maybe not doing cartwheels up and down the street, but thinking hey, things aren't really all that bad. That's where I am right now. Colby and I have had a good weekend. Did anything earth shattering happen? Not really. Didn't win the lottery. Didn't hear of a cure for SMA being discovered. Didn't meet my Prince Charming. Still driving a Terdmobile. No housecleaning or laundry fairy showed up while we sleeping. However, I've had that "too blessed to be stressed" saying in my head a lot the last couple of days. Not sure what brought it on or how long it will stick around, but you can bet I'm thankful for this warmness and fuzziness. And NO, I'm not drinking, if that's what you're thinking!

Maybe it's a matter of perspective. You won't hear me complaining about this "dumpy little apartment" any time soon, because Colby and I still have a home. That's a lot more than many people around here can say. People say they can't imagine what it's like to raise Colby by myself. Well guess what? I can't imagine what the tornado victims in Henryville are going though. I really can't. To lose everything? To hear the tornado coming and wonder if you and your family will live through it? To see the town where you live demolished? Even after seeing the damage, I still can't believe it. My heart breaks for those who suffered loss from the tornados. Mother Nature has been a real bitch lately. First the tornado, then 2 days later she dumped several inches of snow on us, followed 4 days after that with a couple inches of rain. Really, I mean come on! Makes me appreciate the last couple sunny days a whole lot more. Sometimes I think that's why we get handed situations that stink like a pile of terds. So that when something better comes along, you can truly appreciate the goodness and beauty of it.

Dad, Colby and I went to the St. Patrick's Day parade up the street yesterday. Wow, I forgot how wild it gets up there. It was crazy! I thought my dad was going to stroke out between the parking, drunkards, crowd, and people throwing candy and green beads from floats. He was constantly covering Colby's face and head. It did seem wilder than in years past. There were people with a green beer in one hand, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle in the other hand. I must have seen 100 people sucking down Jello shots. Maybe it was the sunshine that brought everybody out. Maybe it was because St. Patrick's Day is an excellent excuse to get drunk and act like a complete fool. Ah yes, I used to be right in the middle of all that mess, party till the cows come home kind of stuff. Nowadays, not so much. But that's just fine. Colby was able to get out in the sunshine and do something different, and that's more fun than any drunkfest ever could be. Plus I didn't wake up with a hangover. Yep, after drinking 25 years, I've finally learned the cure for a hangover. Don't get drunk in the first place.

So this is what I get for drinking hot tea at 8:30 tonight. Almost midnight and I'm still up. I'll regret it tomorrow. Guess I should take my content, thankful, big old butt to bed. Try to find goodness and beauty in something tomorrow, no matter how tiny or simple it is. For every dark and horrible day you have, a better one will soon come your way. I truly believe that.

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